The 10th & 11th; Heard that a friend of a friend died. Again.

The 10th of June. A very sleepy bear. Awake at half six for early clinic, and for once, getting there early worked - we were out by half ten. Nothing different, got some drugs, waiting to hear from a kidney doctor about my blood pressure. Heard that a friend of a friend died. Again. 

Had to go to M&S to take back a skirt, and I got some Peppa Pig toothpaste (it seems I'm stuck with her - not even the dentist/hygienist have any ideas) from Boots. Got home, and have been wrapped in a shawl since. Why is it so cold in June?! This is not on.

Daddy did go back to work today, and we've had to do a load of baking (or in my case, icing) for some charity cake sale tomorrow, so there are chocolate cupcakes, lemon cupcakes, ginger flapjack with salted caramel and feltop cake. 

I have a crush on someone which is a) ridiculous because nothing would ever happen for multiple reasons and b) annoying because I made the decision to not do romance but my brain isn't cooperating with that. 

The 11th of June.

I went to bed last night at half past nine while it was still light, and was woken at about half past five by some foxes screaming outside my window, which scared the shit out of me. We picked up Grandma at 9 and went to the NEC for the Good Food Show.  

I got myself a flat white from The Shack Revolution and found myself a table and worked out where I wanted to go. I bought a Nutella brownie and a cookie/brownie for myself and a Nutella and peanut butter blondie for Christine from The Brownie Bar, and a different brownie from Gower Cottage. I really like brownies. We had tickets to see Tom Kerridge in the supertheatre at 11, where all the disabled get sat together. He made a really nice steak thing. After he'd finished, I went to get some lunch. I had a steak burger which was sliced down the middle and then had cheese inserted and Jack Daniels BBC sauce on top. It was as good as it sounds. After lunch, Mommy and Grandma went back for a plant, so I went to get a frappuccino and wait for them. A man thought I was being ignored so did some berating of staff on my behalf, then we had a nice chat about my wheelchair. I did pretty well today, weaving through the slow folk, and it only tried to drive me into the road once.

This afternoon, I watched the beginning of the new series of Hannibal and mainly coveted Gillian Anderson's wardrobe, and I've had my foot up on a dining chair because it is massive.